My Muse, Heartbreak.

Heartbreak is my greatest muse. When all I can do is think about you, why shouldn’t I write it all down? It’s my thoughts and my feelings too. I still see in my dreams almost every night. You live in my heart but not in my life. I want to say I miss you but to let my heart hurt when you don’t feel the same is like torture and I always let the pain get to my brain. You said that loved me then left me alone. Made plans for the future then sent my heart back with no return address. I really wish I could go back to that night. I know it’s my fault and I would change it if I could, but would it even do any good? I can’t help but think “would we still be together?” It’d be one year seven months and five days today if you never would have walked away. It was my heart you broke but it still beats for you. I’d tell you I love you but I don’t know how to.

This poem is about: 
Me

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